The Munch

With perfect nail polish

and leather in her eyes,

she shimmies

past the whips

past the chains

past the collars         

to claim her place at the bar.

Breathplay demo tonight scratched

in chalk on the blackboard.

Eyes inspect the room for prey

over the pet

over the pup

over the slut         

before they settle on the one

she wants.

Hand on his neck she gusts through his lungs.

Dragging him home she marks him

chipping away old girlfriends

peppering herself over him

seasoning him to her liking.

He will follow her lead

kiss the calluses from her feet

until she smiles

until she laughs

until she leaves.

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About Vicki

Wife, mother, student, writer. View all posts by Vicki

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